Well not so much knife – as key-hole exploration and extraction.
Following last Friday’s un-anaesthetised, pain searing biopsy down under, my doctor referred me for a scan.
The scan revealed no obvious nasties lurking in places where they should not be – but did reveal a simple ovarian cyst and a fibroid (possible cause of the ‘just over a month’ long bleeding)
This was then referred to the gynaecologist, who I saw today.
Lovely lady, who is actually the first person to suggest I have a blood test as it probably is all hormonally induced (bloody things), and is going to prod, poke and remove all things that shouldn’t be there – this time thankfully I get to be asleep. (Not that that thought doesn’t fill me with a sense of panic and stress – don’t like hospitals)
I got my paperwork for next week, whilst waiting for my blood test, and rather than worrying about what was going to be done, my immediate reaction was “I can’t stay in hospital overnight! I’ve got SC to look after!”
OK, I’m a totally sad person, in so far as I have never spent a night away from SC. Even when I have been on training courses, I have always got home and driven back the following day rather than stay away.
After speaking to the doctor, I will be able to be sent home as soon as she gives me the all-clear – general alertness after sleepiness I suspect, and pain level – and after a 6pm operation I reckon I can still make it home before 11pm and all the party-goers on a Friday night 😉
I’d better be – I’ve got a charity night to run on Saturday night!